That autumn rain has been flowing in my dreams and heart. Many memories and sorrows are permeated in the pattering autumn rain. They are all bitter and sweet memories. I know that life cannot return to the original point, but only stays deep in the heart.
Time is like a river, life is like running water, all flowing in sadness and painful memories. However, people still have to recall the sad past, just to commemorate forgetfulness.
Intention: Pure friendship, friendship - like wild lilies blooming in the wilderness, can bloom the flower of life.